Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.